Maggie vs.
Helen II (Part A)
The
Championship Match (Click on any picture to view a larger image)
Despite the fact that she was just one week away from facing the biggest challenge in her tenure as
champion of the POWA, Maggie was feeling on top of the world. It seemed that everything in her life
was going well, and she was the happiest she had been in years.
She had just given an interview to a national publication, Women's Sports Magazine, which discussed her
wrestling career and featured a flattering, full page picture of her in her wrestling attire. It was due to hit
the newsstands by the end of the week. Her husband John was earning twice as much money as he had just
a few months ago, and for once, was happy in his work. True, he wasn't home very often any more, but
Maggie was willing to deal with that temporarily as he established his reputation with new clients.
She also seemed to be acquiring new fans each day, and was becoming a very popular wrestler. And even
though it didn't happen frequently, she would occasionally be stopped on the street and recognized by a
fan of hers. She was also in great shape, perhaps the best shape of her life. So even though her match
against Helen was only a week away, and Helen had given her one of the toughest matches of her life in
their first meeting, Maggie's confidence level was at an all time high.
She had spent most of the Saturday afternoon at the Beauty Parlor and out shopping for some new clothes.
With the additional income she was getting from her championship matches and John's increased salary,
she got the chance to finally pamper herself. It was also the first Saturday night she and John would
spend together in over a month, and so Maggie had visions of romance with her husband as she finally
made her way home at about 7:00 PM.
As she walked in the door, wearing a sharp looking new outfit with her hair done and looking her best,
she found John laying on the couch, sleeping. Maggie sat down next to him and gave him a soft kiss to
wake him. John stirred, opened his eyes and smiled at his wife.
"You look great hon." he yawned, trying to pay extra attention to her.
"You must be tired John. Why don't you rest for awhile and I'll go make us a nice dinner." Maggie
offered, before giving him another kiss and walking into the kitchen. He would be off again on another
business trip tomorrow night, so Maggie wanted to make sure that they got to spend some time together,
so she let him get some rest.
It seemed like he was always away, and it had been at least 6 weeks since they had last been together
romantically. In fact, for the first time in their marriage, Maggie found herself thinking of another man.
It was not because she was unhappy with John in any way, it was just that she felt like she needed to be
desired. But with John away so often, he couldn't provide that. But the important thing was that he was
home tonight and so Maggie was intent on making good use of their time together.
She wasn't a great cook, but she could whip up a decent meal. She spent the next 45 minutes or so
cooking a nice dinner for the two of them before setting everything on the table. She then went to wake
her husband, but he wouldn't budge. She first kissed him, and he stirred a bit, but did not wake. Then she
rubbed his back, but still he didn't budge. Finally she pushed him, and he merely turned over, ignoring it.
Maggie was now getting frustrated, and pleaded. "Come on John, it's time to eat! And then we can spend
some time together!"
He shook a bit, and then mumbled in reply, "Eat without me hon. I've got a big week coming up and I've
gotta get some sleep."
Maggie was very annoyed and marched back into the dining room, sitting by herself. She was too
frustrated to eat, so she just sat there for about 30 minutes or so, fuming. Finally she marched upstairs
and into their bedroom. She had just bought a new, silk bra and panty set which she had worn under her
clothes, hoping that John would have been the one to disrobe her. But instead, Maggie stripped her
clothes off to reveal the ensemble, so hopeful that John would awake and come upstairs. She stood there
in her underwear and waited......
Several minutes passed, then an hour, then two hours. Finally Maggie fell asleep herself, laying on
top of her bed in her underwear.......alone.
The next morning John came into the room and found Maggie asleep on the bed. He saw her in the silk
lingerie and tried to lay down next to her in bed. But once Maggie awoke, she would have none of it.
John was too late.
"You had your chance last night, but chose to sleep!" she informed him coldly, before storming into the
bathroom. She came back out a few minutes later in a bulky bathrobe, their chance of being together
passed.
The rest of the day was long one for John. Maggie was upset with him and they didn't speak, other than
John's last plead for forgiveness as he walked out the door, heading for the airport. Maggie's mood was
somber as she sat alone in the empty house after John's departure. Again she was feeling lonely and in
need of some attention.
Just then a thought popped into her head. She looked at her watch and noticed that she had plenty of time
to make the gym. She thought about if for a minute or two, then jumped up and gathered her stuff,
quickly heading out of the house. Actually she wasn't much interested in working out, she only had one
thing on her mind, and that one thing was Matt.
Matt was the new owner of the POWA, a revelation Maggie had just become aware of recently. She had
been flirting with him at the gym for the past month or so, not knowing who he was. Matt was a very
handsome, very witty young man whom gave Maggie the attention she craved. Maggie was quite smitten
with him, and though he did not appear to be trying to seduce her, he didn't back down when she finally
kissed him.
And oh that kiss! That kiss was ecstasy for Maggie. It was exciting, dangerous, sensual, delicious, all of
the things she craved. Though she did not want to cheat on John, nor jeopardize her marriage, she
couldn't ignore the way that kiss made her feel. Nor how she felt when she was around Matt.
And so she walked into the gym in a great mood. As she entered the cavernous room, she caught a
glimpse of Matt lifting weights in the corner. It was 9:30 PM on a Sunday night, only a half hour before
closing and so the place was just about empty. Matt was in the far corner, facing the wall as he worked
out on one of the machines by himself. A man and two women were just walking out, and two other
women were on the Treadmills, several feet away from Matt.
Maggie focused her attention on the two women, and was stunned to see that they were actually Helen and
Fire. Maggie could not imagine two people in the entire world she would rather see less than Helen and
Fire. As discreetly as possible, she walked into the women's locker room, unnoticed by Matt. Helen and
Fire however, had in fact caught a glimpse of her however as she walked into the locker room, and the
two surly brunettes each had an idea.
"Look who's here!" Fire whispered mischievously to Helen, who smiled back at her. It was obvious that
the two were up to no good, and a few minutes later Fire finished her Treadmill routine, stepping off of
the apparatus. "I'll go say hello." Fire sarcastically instructed her partner. Helen shook her head and
smiled.
"I'll be in in a few minutes.", she replied before walking over toward some of the weights, preparing to do
another exercise. Helen had added about 7 or 8 pounds to her frame, and looked truly spectacular. In
addition, she was dressed in a skimpy outfit, much to skimpy for the rigors of a gym. But as Helen
continued her work out, Fire walked toward the locker rooms.
Maggie's plan was to take her time in changing before emerging from the locker room. Her hope was that
Helen and Fire would be finishing and gone soon so that she and Matt would have the place all to
themselves. After about 10 minutes had passed, Maggie had already changed into a gray Sports Bra and
pair of gray bicycle shorts, and was about to walk out into the gym. But Fire burst in and Maggie became
flustered.
"Good to see you champ! Or should I say ex-champ!" Fire said tauntingly to Maggie, walking toward her.
"What do you want Fire?" Maggie fired back, still seated in front of her locker.
"Oh nothing Maggie. Just finished a great work-out with the new champ, you know, your opponent on
Saturday night. Well technically she's not champ yet, but I think it's obvious that Helen is going to beat
you."
Fire was perspiring, evidence of the fact that she and Helen had indeed been working hard. She was
wearing a skimpy, black bra and a pair of black tights as she stood defiantly in front of the doorway,
staring menacingly at Maggie..
"That's what Helen thought the last time Fire, and I beat her. Just like I'll beat her this time too. Where is
she anyway?" Maggie asked, suspicious of her upcoming opponent. She had heard some commotion
coming from the men's locker room, and began to worry about Matt.
"She'll be right here. She's just talking to Matt."
Maggie's heart sank. She knew Helen was nothing but trouble, and the fact that she was talking to Matt
could not be good. She got up, dropped her bag in her locker before turning to rush out of the room. But
at the same time, Fire had begun to walk toward her own locker and was standing only a foot or two away
from Maggie, causing the two of them to collide, each stumbling back a step or two.
"Watch out you jerk!" Maggie yelled at Fire, whose eyes immediately turned red with anger. Maggie was
determined to get around the petite brunette so she raised her arms to push Fire aside as she again charged
forward, trying to walk around her. But the surly, brunette wrestler was now furious and so deviously she
lifted her knee into Maggie's unsuspecting gut as she attempted to walk by, stopping her in her tracks.
The bewildered Maggie bowed forward while letting out a gasp and wrapping her arms around her
midsection. She was completely unprepared to receive the blow, and it proved to be very effective as she
sucked air, trying to catch her breath.
"Don't ever call me a jerk again!" Fire threatened to the heaving Maggie, who remained bent over,
panting. But as she gradually caught her breath, Maggie grew angry and looked to retaliate. Suddenly,
without warning, she thrust her hands straight ahead at Fire, trying to grab hold of her. But the nimble
Fire reacted quickly and instead, grabbed hold of Maggie's still bowed head with both hands, snatching
her hair. Maggie was still bent forward as Fire dragged her by the hair toward the lockers, Maggie
helpless to resist. Then, with one swift tug, Fire flung Maggie forward, sending the top of her head
smashing into the side of the metal lockers.
The impact made a loud CRASH and Maggie instantly dropped to one knee, groaning softly as
she raised her hands to rub her aching head while Fire stood perilously over her.
"That's nothing compared to what Helen is going to do to you Maggie. Want any more?" Fire taunted.
Maggie was bewildered from the forceful collision and rubbed her head silently, but not for long. Again
she lunged for Fire, while still kneeling, but again she was too slow. Fire easily moved out of the way of
Maggie's awkward lunge, and again clamped her fingers onto Maggie's tresses. Fire then forcefully
pulled Maggie up onto her feet while running toward another bank of lockers. As they approached, again
she tossed Maggie forward, sending the top of her head slamming into the solid metal sheet. Maggie felt
her head retreat into her neck from the impact, and she dropped to one knee again, teetering, dizzy and
hurt.
About 20 minutes had passed now since Fire left Helen alone in the gym with Matt, and she began to
wonder where she was all this time. Satisfied that Maggie was at bay, Fire walked over to her locker and
grabbed a towel, drying herself off before wrapping it around her neck. She then walked back toward the
door and opened it wide in search of Helen. Maggie lifted her head, looking to see where Fire was going.
But as the door, both women gulped at what they saw.
With the door to the women's locker room now open, they each had a clear view of the corridor which
separated the men's and women's lockers. Helen walking out of the men's locker room, pulling her bra
over her breasts and fastening it as she walked, obviously putting it back on. She was out of breath and
perspiring heavily as she walked a few feet before stopping, placing her hands on her knees and catching
her breath. A few seconds later, Matt walked out of the room as well and came up from behind Helen, his
shirt off. Standing directly behind her, he wrapped his arms around Helen's waist from behind, kissed her
on the back of the neck and then walked away to take a drink of water.
Fire closed the door and walked back into the room, her face white as a ghost. Maggie felt a lump in her
throat as well, in addition to the one on her head, realizing that Matt and Helen had just done what
Maggie had been fantasizing about doing herself.
As Fire walked back into the locker room, Maggie looked up at her to protect herself from another
possible attack. But she was shocked to see that Fire was emotionally hurt at what she had just
witnessed. The despondent look on her face gave it away, and Maggie couldn't help but express her
puzzlement. But upon noticing Maggie's meddling, Fire screamed at her. "What are you looking at!"
Enraged, she grabbed the side of her head by the hair again and rammed it against the nearby lockers. A
loud crash filled the room as Maggie's head richoeted off of the metal and she slumped to the side, sliding
down the locker until finally sitting upright on the floor, heartbroken and bewildered, emotionally and
physically.
Maggie's head ached, but her heartbreak palled in comparison to Fire's. Fire had thought that she and
Helen were a couple. She had strong feelings for Helen and she thought Helen felt the same about her.
But after Helen obviously disregarded Fire's feelings, this situation made her question everything she had
just started to grow comfortable with. She sat down on the bench on front of her locker and buried her
face in her towel.
As for Maggie, she had come to he gym looking for attention, and instead got nothing but both heart and
head aches. She slowly got to her feet and stumbled back over to her locker. She knew the best to thing
to do was to get out of there as fast as she could, so she slipped her pants on right over her shorts, and
quickly buttoned her blouse right over her Sports Bra. She then grabbed her bag and shuffled out of the
room and into the main gym, her stomach, head and heart all aching as she snuck past the distraught Fire,
who now ignored her.
By this time, Matt had gone back into the men's locker room and did not see Maggie at all. He was not
even aware that she had set foot into the gym. But Helen, on the other hand, was taking a drink of water
and lifted her head as Maggie tried to quietly pass by. Maggie knew that she had been caught and turned
to face Helen who sneered first, but then smiled widely.
"Did you really think he would want a fat, old cow like you, when he could have me!" Helen taunted
Maggie, who looked back with a sheepish expression. "I beat you tonight, just like I'll beat you next week.
But next week you won't be able to walk away when I'm done with you!". Helen concluded, glaring
threateningly at the champion. Maggie stared directly into Helen's eyes, but did not know what to say as
the two exchanged cold stares.
Maggie had no idea how Helen had found out about her feelings for Matt, but she had completely
demoralized Maggie, who turned and kept walking out of the gym, unable to reply to the ridicule. Helen
smiled mischievously and then laughed to herself as Maggie left. She then went back into the locker room
where she found a somber Fire sitting on the bench, her face still buried in her towel.
Fire's body was quivering slightly, and faint sobs could be heard. Helen was surprised at her reaction, and
walked over. "What's wrong with you?" she asked pointedly.
Fire lifted her head out of her hands and looked Helen in the eye. With traces of tears running down her
cheeks, she replied to Helen's question. "I thought you were with me. I thought we were a couple. But
then you go and have sex with Matt right under my nose. Now I don't know what to think anymore."
Helen placed her foot on the bench next to Fire and leaned closer. She placed her hand under Fire's chin,
gently lifting her head.
"I never said we were a couple. I told you from the start that we could have some fun, but that I wasn't a
lesbian. I like men too, and I'm not going to stop sleeping with men for you. We can have a good time
together, but I don't belong to anybody. If you can live with that, great. But if you can't, then it's been
fun, but bye bye."
Fire looked intently back at Helen. Though the words hurt her, she knew that Helen had never made any
promises. She knew that any kind of relationship with Helen would be risky, but her feelings for the
beautiful brunette ran very deep. Fire stared at Helen with puppy dog eyes and then shook her head
meekly to indicate that she agreed with her. Helen then lowered her hand and walked away and toward
her locker. Even though she was upset, Fire still couldn't help but stare at Helen's butt as she strode
across the room, dreaming about being with her.
Helen was wearing a pair of black, micro-stretch shorts, and a black JogBra. Her long, thick, black hair
covered her shoulders, her strong curves dancing from side to side as she sauntered into the shower. Fire
was smitten by her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Helen was a heartbreaker in more ways
than one, and Fire seemed to be her eternal victim.
Fire quickly got changed and left the gym before Helen got out of the shower, the awkwardness of the
situation more than she could handle. She spent a sleepless night, but then called Helen early the next
morning to apologize. But instead she got Helen's answering machine.
Helen was already at the gym, her work-out an hour old by the time Fire woke up. Helen had become a
wild animal. She was so fixated on winning the championship from Maggie that she spent most of her
time at the gym. She had gotten herself into terrific shape and not only looked incredible, but felt strong
and mean. In fact she was so dedicated to winning the championship and improving herself as a wrestler
that she had even begun to take a boxing and a Martial Arts class, just to give her an additional edge.
Helen wasn't taking any chances this time around. She had wrestled against Maggie once before, and
even though Helen dominated much of the match, Maggie got the pin. So Helen had added about 7 or 8
pounds, all of it muscle, and had worked hard to improve her concentration and technique. And with the
addition of some basic martial arts and boxing skills, she knew that she was now unbeatable, and the
Maggie was in trouble.
But she kept pushing herself anyway, lifting weights, participating in every aerobics activity and
continuing the boxing and Martial Arts classes each day. And the thought that kept her focused was
Maggie and the championship. The thought of this 44 year old doughgirl beating her in their previous
match, often worked Helen into a rage. She became so fixated on not only winning the title, but
destroying Maggie in the process, that by Friday, she knew that if the match weren't the next day, then
she would have to release some of her aggression in another way.
So after a full day at the gym, and her final work out before the match, Helen changed and tried to calm
herself down so that she could relax that night. But as she came home from the gym, Fire was waiting for
her. Helen hadn't spoke to her all week and was surprised to see her, and a little annoyed too.
Helen had the top down on her black Mustang convertible, and as she screeched to a stop in front of her
building, she got out of her car and nonchalantly walked up to Fire. "Listen Fire, I've got a big match
tomorrow night and the last thing I need right now is any relationship bullshit. So if you....."
Fire moved closer and stopped her right there.
"I'm here to tell you that you were right Helen. I came to apologize and I want to do whatever I can to
help you. Let me help you?" she pleaded.
Helen shook her head, not wanting to work herself up again, and smiled while letting Fire in to follow her
up to her apartment. Helen tossed her bag into the corner and ripped her sweatshirt off. She had no bra
on underneath so her majestic chest jutted out in front of her as Fire felt her juices flowing. She walked
over to her hero and offered a massage, which Helen readily accepted.
Fire grabbed Helen's hand and escorted her into the bedroom, directing her to lay face down on the bed,
which Helen did. The elegant loft in which Helen lived was lined with windows, and the twinkling lights
of the city shone through all of them as Fire slipped her pants off to reveal a minuscule black thong. She
then slipped her blouse off and unclipped her bra to reveal her own chest, a mere pittance compared to
Helen's, before sitting down on Helen's lower back.
Helen felt Fire's bare skin against hers, but she did not react. She tried to control herself, not wanting to
stir up any passion, choosing to save her energy for the following night, and Maggie. But Fire then softly
pushed Helen's thick hair aside and began to massage her shoulders. Helen moaned softly as Fire dug her
fingers into Helen's muscles, working the kinks out of each one. She then slid down her back, rubbing all
of the tension out of her pectoral area, and then her lower back.
Fire was in ecstasy, working over the milky white skin and taut muscles of her lover. She spread her legs
wider while perched atop Helen, digging her fingers into Helen's svelte muscles. Helen felt all of the
tension gradually being released from her body, her muscles completely relaxed. .
After 30 minutes or so had passed, Fire leaned forward and kissed the back of Helen's neck, working her
way down her spine all the way to her butt. She stopped there and then gingerly pushed herself off of the
completely relaxed Helen, and sat on the bed next to her.
"Did that feel good?" she asked, Helen simply purring her approval. "Good, so now that you relaxed, I
have an offer for you. Let me escort you into the ring tomorrow, kind of like your hand maiden. I can
walk in in front of you, enhancing your entrance."
Helen turned and looked over at Fire, not sure what to make of her offer. Seeing that Helen did not reject
the idea outright, she went on.
"But before you decide, wait one minute."
And with that, Fire ran into the bathroom and locked the door. About two or three minutes passed before
the door opened again. Fire emerged from the room wearing a very unusual but very provocative outfit. It
was a black, leather outfit, though there wasn't much to it. It was what is called a Spider Web Bikini,
each cup of the bra, and the panty, shaped like a Spider Web. Thin strands of leather formed the web like
design, which emanated around each nipple and from her crotch. To top it all off however, Fire wore a
black leather collar with a leash attached to it.
Helen slowly sat up on the bed, watching in amazement as Fire walked seductively closer. Helen's eyes
began to twinkle as a smile gradually stretched across her face. Fire was dressed like her sex slave, an
idea which appealed to Helen more each second. Finally Fire stepped directly in front of Helen and stood
with her legs spread, her hands on her hips.
Helen laughed devilishly, but then grabbed hold of the leash and pulled Fire's head in close to hers. She
then grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Fire's head and mashed her lips against Fire's engaging
her in a violent kiss.
Fire's arms dropped to her sides as Helen reached up with her other hand and placed it roughly between
Fire's legs. Helen was now kneeling up the bed while Fire stood in front of her, the two of them now
completely engulfed in the passion of the moment. But them in an instant, Helen backed away. Fire
looked at her with a puzzled expression as Helen shifted herself off of the bed, standing on the floor.
"I can't do this. I've got to save everything I have for the match tomorrow. But yes, I would like you to
escort me to the ring in that outfit. And when I win the championship, I'm going to reward you for it
too!" Helen purred to Fire, who smiled back at her.
"But tonight I need to be alone and to rest, so why don't you go and I'll see you tomorrow." Helen
instructed her. And with that, Helen walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, no longer paying
attention to the leather clad brunette.
That same day, John arrived home form his business trip, and was looking forward to seeing his wife. He
knew things between them had been strained lately, but he was anxious to make up for that. He didn't
expect to find her home, but when he walked into the kitchen, he heard grunting and groaning coming
from the basement.
John walked down the stairs, only to find his wife laying on the floor, drenched with perspiration and
doing push ups. He stood there silently, watching her strain to do as many as she could. John stayed out
of sight until finally Maggie finished her set. He then walked the rest of the way down the stairs and went
over to greet her.
Maggie was a bit aloof with her husband at first, so he did his best to reassure her.
"Listen hon. I know I haven't been the best husband in the world lately, but I'm gonna make that up to
you." And with that, John pulled his wife close and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
Maggie was surprised, and resisted at first, but then gave in and wrapped her arms around her husband.
They kissed for several minutes, Maggie's perspiration being transferred to John's clothes in the process.
But after they finished kissing, John stared into his wife's eyes and could see the look of relief. He could
tell that she had needed his attention, and he was happy to give it to her.
"I've missed you" she whispered to him. "I know." he replied, and with that, they hugged once again.
They then began to talk about the match the next night and John asked why Maggie chose to work out in
the basement, rather than at the gym. Maggie fidgeted nervously for a second or two, and came up with a
lame excuse. But John had no suspicions and did not detect anything wrong with her response.
He did notice however that his wife had worked herself into great shape, the best shape he had seen her in
in years. He also surmised from their conversation that her confidence and intensity level for this match
were higher than they had been in a long time. It almost appeared to John as if this match were a
personal vendetta for his wife. John had been a bit nervous about his wife taking on Helen again,
especially after their last match. Though Maggie won it, Helen had given Maggie a terrific beating which
took weeks for her to recover from.
But that was before Maggie had become champ. She seemed to be almost a new women now, and John
felt good about the match, thinking that she really could beat Helen this time. Really beat her.
"I know you need your rest for the big match tomorrow night babe, but I just want you to know that you
look great, you feel great, you even smell great!" Maggie laughed, sarcastically sniffing her armpits as a
tear of happiness rolled down her cheek. But Maggie was perspiring so heavily that John did not even
notice it. "I can't wait until we can be together again" John said lovingly while Maggie's heart melted.
"How could she have even considered cheating on this man?" she thought to herself.
Maggie's mind was now at ease, and everything was falling into place. She was in the best shape she had
ever been in, her confidence was at an all time high, she couldn't wait to teach Helen a lesson and now she
had the last thing she was missing, the attention and love of her husband. In Maggie's mind, she was
unbeatable.
John left her alone and went back upstairs as Maggie went on to finish up her work out before she and
John took a long, hot shower together and then went to bed.
The sun rose early on Saturday morning, and went right to work. By 10:00 AM, the temperature read 90
degrees, and still had a long way to go before it peaked. Helen woke early and had a breakfast of freshly
squeezed orange juice, wheat germ and a few different vitamin supplements.
Maggie on the other hand, slept until 10:30 and then rose to a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast and
bacon. She preferred to have a big breakfast on the day of a match, and that's exactly what she did. She
then took it easy for the next several hours, lounging in her robe and saving her energy. She then went
through a light but thorough stretching routine before jumping into the shower to get ready to leave for the
arena.
Helen's day was quite different. She was on edge all day, pacing around her apartment liked a caged lion.
She took a shower, went for a short jog, took another shower, ran through a complete Martial Arts
routine, worked out on the heavy bag she had hanging in the corner of her apartment, took another
shower. No matter how active she was though, she just could not seem to get herself to calm down.
Thankfully, it came time for her to leave for the arena, so she jumped in her black Mustang, blasted the
radio and drove like a madwoman until she arrived. Once there, she finally started to feel that she was
about to release all of her energy very shortly. It was a good thing too, because she was beginning to
feel as if her head were about to blow off, she had so much fury inside her. And it was all directed at
Maggie.
Maggie arrived about an hour later, but quite in contrast to Helen. Maggie arrived with John via taxi, but
with quite a different attitude. She was very quiet and moved slowly, very self assuredly. And since
Helen had arrive so early, she walked directly into the arena, unnoticed. Maggie however was greeted by
a crowd of fans, many with copies of her magazine article asking for her autograph.
Since she had been champion, Maggie had become more and more recognized and on a rare occasion,
even stopped and admired by a fan. But this was by far the most recognition she had received so far, and
Maggie loved it. She signed autographs and exchanged pleasantries, but then said goodbye and went
inside. The fans wished her luck, and Maggie left them feeling on top of the world.
Once inside, she said goodbye to her husband at the wrestlers entrance, and made her way back to her
locker room. She took her time getting ready, slipping into her suit before sitting in front of the mirror
and meticulously applying her make up and fixing her hair. Though her stomach was churning, she
looked calm, confident and composed.
A minute later, a knock came to the door and it was Matt. He was carrying a single Sunflower, as usual,
and presented it to Maggie, wishing her luck. She accepted the flower graciously, but seemed distant and
cold toward Matt. He didn't know what the problem was, but didn't push the point, leaving her to prepare
alone.
Maggie felt very strange once he left as she held the flower close to her face. She could not deny the
physical and emotional attraction she felt for the man, but tried to bury that emotion. She took one last
whiff of the flower before placing it down on the dressing table, and staring at herself in the mirror.
She knew that she wasn't as attractive as her opponent, but was still stung by what she perceived as Matt's
betrayal in sleeping with Helen, right in the gym. So even though she appeared calm, her thoughts and
emotions were racing.
Maggie was a consummate professional, and rarely took a match or an opponent personally. It was a job,
and her opponent was just another wrestler doing her job. In fact, the only opponent Maggie had ever felt
hatred for was Marisol. And based on the results of the majority of their encounters, that had not worked
well for her. But she could not help but feel a deep hatred for Helen, and so this match had become
personal. She not only wanted to beat Helen, but wanted to humiliate her as well. These feelings were
rare for Maggie, so she had difficulty dealing with them. Although she sat in silence, the turmoil inside
of her was raging. Done with her preparations, she now waited to be called for the start of the match. Her
dressing room was a sea of tranquillity as Maggie silently reflected on the events which were about to take
place.
But in the next room over, turmoil reigned supreme. Fire joined Helen in the locker room, each preparing
themselves for the match. Though Fire was not wrestling, she wanted to look her best as she escorted
Helen to the ring. She had arrived before Helen, and even though she had spent the past two hours on her
physical appearance, she was still not done. But while Fire worked frantically to prepare herself
cosmetically, Helen paced back and forth, muttering violently as she worked herself into a rage.
She was clad in a skimpy, white one piece suit and looked incredible. It was made of almost sheer
material and hugged her tightly, each dimple on her sensuous, taut body evident through the thin fabric.
The suit was cut daringly high on the thighs, dangerously low on top, and was just about completely
backless. Her large, imposing chest jutted out in front of her, her hardened nipples protruding from
beneath the suit.
In addition, Helen's long, thick black hair seemed to shine like silk as it was tossed over her shoulders.
Against the milky whiteness of her skin, it was quite beautiful. And with just a hint of make-up on her
face and the intensity of her deep, brown eyes, Helen looked exotically beautiful.
Finally a knock on the door was heard, and both women stopped in their tracks. The door opened and
a man summoned the women to proceed to the entrance. Fire ran over to Helen, gave her a hug and kiss
and wished her luck. But Helen was too engrossed in her thoughts and pushed Fire away before walking
toward the entrance. Fire knew that Helen was in a trance like state, and so she ignored the crude
reaction, quickly trotting along behind Helen.
They stood in front of the door as the music began to increase in volume. The announcer could then be
heard calming the fans before he made his introduction.
Maggie vs.
Helen II (Part A) 
